A Young Woman's Heart

"Aww~ Have fun! Tomorrow we're going to the Dragon Palace, and we'll take some pictures to show you when we get back."

"Okay, Xiaoyao had fun too."

Yu Shu sent the text message and then put her phone down.

"They have such a good relationship~"

"It's...it's alright...After all, we used to be...um...grown up together."

"I see, childhood sweethearts?"

"Hmm...more or less?" Yu Shu didn't want to explain what had happened in between.

……

(four)

"Ouch! It's so hot!"

"After all, it's freshly cooked rice. I already told you to let it cool down before cooking it."

"It's okay!" Jiang Yuru washed her little hands very clean, then tossed the rice ball between her left and right hands, patting it repeatedly until it cooled down. She then placed it on the cutting board, spreading it out like she was making glutinous rice, and evenly added the toppings.

Then roll it up and press it firmly with a bamboo mat used for making rice balls, turning it into a cylinder.

"You can use this to make sushi; you just need to cut them one by one."

"Okay! Let's give it a try!" Jiang Yuruo's initiative was always so strong; she had already started doing it as soon as she said that.

"Wait, wait, wait, what kind of sushi is it without seaweed...?"

Do you have seaweed?

"No, we don't have that... but we do have seaweed."

"Then let's choose seaweed!"

Yu Shu stared longingly at the cutting board, finding it incredibly novel. She couldn't help but whisper, "I...I want to try it too!"

"Shu'er, come here!"

"Ah, me too! Let's do it together!"

"Come on, come on!"

"Hiss—it's so hot!"

"Shanshan, are you alright? The rice isn't cold yet."

"Phew... let's wait a little longer..." Wu Shanshan rinsed her fingers with cold water. "Let's get the seaweed out first..."

……

(Fives)

Dinner was not eaten in the restaurant on the first floor.

Because it's sushi, it's convenient to eat even in the room without worrying about making oil stains everywhere.

Yu Shu ate with chopsticks and used a bowl to catch the food, preventing the ingredients from falling out.

Jiang Yuruo, on the other hand, would grab the food with her hands and stuff the whole thing into her mouth at once, filling her little mouth bulging out each time. This reminded Yu Shu of Mo Xueyao when she was little—back then, she liked to fill her cheeks completely when she ate, as if that made her feel happier.

Wu Shanshan also ate directly with her hands, but in small bites. Although it looked elegant, the ingredients kept falling down, but luckily she kept catching them with her hands.

The three sat at the table, eating sushi and playing Monopoly, enjoying the peaceful evening.

After all, there aren't many people living here, so once the workers have finished their shifts, you won't hear much noise.

"Hoo... Hmm?" Yu Shu had just taken a bite of sushi when her phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Mo Xueyao, but it seemed a bit strange.

"Ah, yesterday's pillow was nice~"

"What……?"

"what's wrong?"

"Hmm... Haruka sent a strange message."

Is it some kind of code?

“I don’t know…” Yu Shu shook her head and sent a message saying “I’m eating sushi”. The latter did not respond, so she continued playing Monopoly.

Time spent with friends is always precious.

This time, the three of them ended up playing until late at night without even realizing it.

"What time is it..." Yu Shu's eyelids were almost too heavy to lift.

"It's 2:30."

"Ah, time for bed." Wu Shanshan had already lay down. "I'll get up at ten tomorrow..."

……

(six)

At eight o'clock in the morning, it's already time for many people to get up.

But the three girls huddled together on the narrow wire bed, sleeping soundly.

Yu Shu's phone beeped softly as she received a text message. She stretched out her arm, fumbled for her phone, and glanced at it: "The Dragon Palace is so much fun!"

"Sleepy..." She closed her eyes again and drifted back into sleep.

……

Chapter 259 Nighttime Television Programs

(One)

"Ah, that feels so good." Mo Xueyao rubbed her still slightly damp hair as she walked into the room, pushed aside the rag that had just been used to mop the floor hanging on the shoe cabinet, and stuffed her slippers inside.

"Time flies! Classes start again tomorrow!" Hua Yinyin darted inside and plopped down on her soft bedding. "It feels like the weather is already getting warmer?"

"A little? It's not that cold tonight, after all, it's May, so it's normal for it to get warm." Wang Jiale shook the water droplets off her hair and opened the wardrobe next to her. "Hmm...? There's a TV here."

"what?"

"It's black and white, I guess." Mo Xueyao glanced at the two antennas on top of the TV. Having gotten used to the color TV at home, she had absolutely no interest in this thing.

"Let's open it and take a look." Mo Zhuyou walked over and casually pressed the switch. Cha Li squatted in front of the TV cabinet, rummaging through the remote control that might be there.

"Hmm, it's a bit rough..." Wang Jiale lightly touched the TV screen that had just been turned on, and immediately withdrew his hand.

Somewhat surprisingly, it turned out to be a color TV. Although the screen was small and the colors were not vibrant, it was still a color TV after all.

In an era when entertainment programs were scarce, television was practically the most popular form of nighttime entertainment for ordinary people.

Even so, there are still many families who can't even afford a television.

Before the renovation, Mo Xueyao's family had an old TV set that her godfather had given them. Before that, the family's evening entertainment consisted mainly of listening to the radio or playing games like "Zha Jin Hua" or "Zheng Shang You".

Of course, back then, Mo Xueyao and her mother almost never won against her father.

"It seems there's no remote control." Cha Li had already searched through all the drawers.

"Then let's use Xiaoyao as a remote control!" Hua Yinyin said, pressing down on Mo Xueyao's head.

"what?"

"Little Yao, Little Yao, the 'Yao' in 'remote control'!"

"Save such lame jokes for the height of summer," Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at her. "If you don't have a remote, just press the buttons on the TV."

Although it's a bit of a hassle, the TV still works.

The girls turned off the lights, sat opposite the TV with their bodies close to the cupboard, and planned to watch TV to pass the time since it was still early in the night.

Don't worry about staying up too late, because the latest channel stops broadcasting at midnight, leaving only a colorful circular grid image.

Wang Jiale was switching TV channels, but the TV was a bit slow; it always took several seconds to switch to the next channel after pressing the button.

"That woman is mentally ill. She just suddenly rushed at me, brandishing a stick, trying to hit me. My subordinate pushed her aside, and she fell down the steps. It was purely an accident," a man explained in front of the screen. The television footage was shaky, and a female host was interviewing him with a microphone.

This looks like a news program.

"Huh, why isn't it working..." Wang Jiale pressed the button several times, but the TV didn't respond. It was so unresponsive that she couldn't help but pat the huge TV set. Unfortunately, the TV set remained unresponsive, as if it only had this one program left to play.

In the video, a little boy is crying loudly with his face covered. Mo Xueyao leans to the side, her gaze passing over Wang Jiale and landing on the screen. She realizes that it seems to be the little boy she met when she first came to the town. She even gave him a few skewers of grilled meat back then.

An elderly man with graying hair picked up the little boy, comforting him as he slowly backed away, quietly disappearing from the frame.

"We heard that she attacked you because you seized the tricycle used by this woman's husband for his street vending and temporarily detained him. Is that true?"

The man being interviewed was wearing a police uniform, which suggested he wasn't a high-ranking official, but his fat head and big ears gave him quite an air. With his hands behind his back, he continued, "Maintaining the city's appearance is our duty, and we can be 100% certain that we did not use excessive force, but acted in accordance with the law. Everyone at the time could witness this. This woman's husband will receive some education in the detention center and will be released afterward."

Does that prove that the woman is not mentally ill?

"No, this woman intended to attack us from the beginning. In fact, my subordinates and I were constantly trying to calm her down..."

A man dressed as a passerby chimed in, "That woman has bipolar disorder. We all know that here. She often goes crazy."

That's right.

"Yes, that's right."

Then, other voices chimed in.

"You see, that's the truth," the obese man said with a smile. "Moreover, we will cover all of this woman's medical expenses. Although she attacked us, we will never disregard the lives of ordinary people. Even if she is a criminal, we will save her life and then sentence her according to the law."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Sun for the interview."

"Of course, of course."

The female host, holding the microphone, turned around: "That concludes the information for this case so far. This is our reporter..."

The television finally responded and switched to the next channel.

But Wang Jiale probably pressed the button too many times, because the TV programs started switching constantly and he couldn't stop.

It only returned to normal after she turned the TV off and on again.

The TV was turned back on, but this time she didn't dare to press any buttons randomly. She leaned back to see what program was playing.